It was very windy and cold in the evening, and Gin and the north wind passed by a small alley, because they smelled blood, Jean glanced sideways, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Here, it is a blatant corpse dumping scene, and Gin even saw a curvy woman with a curvy figure smiling on her face, and the sound of digging the earth was "stabbing and stabbing", like an ethereal warm voice in her ears when she woke up in the early morning.

Wait, it seems that there are really "people" talking.

"I see you......"

"Who?"

got up for no reason with goosebumps, Gin restrained the complexity in his heart, and when he looked back at the scene of the corpse, he was shocked, this woman... She's like she's floating!

The result of curiosity is ......

Gin turned and walked away.

Then, after walking straight for ten minutes, he returned to the original point, and he couldn't get past the telephone pole a hundred meters ahead!

And, every time he walked up to the pole, the creature, which might not be human, would turn his head to look at them.

"It's coming to you soon~ Don't worry."

Gin: "......"

Usually, when a person is stared at for a long time, they will feel it, so there is a description called "burning gaze".

Gin and the thing looked at each other, and then he felt that tonight's experience had simply refreshed three views!

Looking back, the female ghost was very fast, long in and short out, dry in and wet out, white in and red out, the burial of the corpse had reached the final stage, and she pulled out a small sapling the thickness of a finger from her nostrils.

Stick it in the grave.

She is a ghost who loves nature, and even if she buries a corpse, she has not forgotten the greenery.

……

Gin grabbed the north wind who was holding the Grim Reaper Handbook and complaining frantically.

It's all Moët, it's okay to test him on what the hell the question, now I really encountered something weird! Not really......

Gin fumbled in his pocket, and there was nothing else in it, just two bombs.

Scientists say: All traces of living things are composed of matter and energy, since this thing is visible to the naked eye, then it means that with physical weapons, it can be destroyed.

At this moment, Lao Qin returned to his stable appearance like an old dog.

It's just that even he doesn't know, why would he accept such an anti-scientific thing as a ghost in the world so naturally?

……

Beifeng's complaint letter is as follows:

"Ke Xue's world, night security, it's really good, one night's time, only assassination, myocardial infarction after climax, being eaten by a female ghost and other unnatural deaths, a total of 800 people in Tokyo lost their life characteristics overnight, and the mortality rate is too high, it is recommended that the script team re-examine the dimension of this world."

The complaint page of the small book flickered, the handwriting disappeared, and a result was fed back: under review.

Beifeng also saw the inhuman creature in the alley, and sighed inwardly.

He's a north wind, it's really too difficult.

Okay, is this just an ordinary detective world? With Conan as the source, he continues to lead to death cases, and it doesn't matter if he wants him to collect his soul every day, this is a task that he can do casually with Gin, and he can also bump into a ghost!

Why do you say it's about ghosts?

Isn't it just exquisite, the ghost squatting in their Hell Education Bureau, who never disposes of corpses when they kill people, this female ghost, not only laboriously digging a pit to bury the corpse, but also planting a small sapling on the place where the corpse is buried.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated a little.

"You have been fired by Beida Fast Food Company, not a personal ability issue, the company has been dissolved, I hope you understand."

He also gave 800 yuan as a consolation fee.

Beifeng flipped through the push, and sure enough, he saw Maori Kogoro sticking out his tongue and laughing, and the unlucky bear child in the corner was hanging dead fish eyes and missing a pair of bags on his head.

Beifeng put the phone back with an expressionless face.

The heart of the north wind: (ノꐦ๑ ́Д'๑)ノ彡┻━┻

He's going to flip the table!

……

"Jean, you're here, don't move, I'll go buy an orange." The north wind pats the model worker on the shoulder.

The model worker stretched out Erkang's hand.

"Don't."

He didn't want to eat oranges.

Then he watched Moët walk past the telephone pole that he couldn't get across.

The model's eyes widened, he crouched down, and suddenly a little doubtful about life.

……

Beifeng made a detour and walked behind the female ghost who was seriously patting the soil, and then he found that this ghost was even worse than he imagined, with only a head left, and clothes floating under his neck, but he had no sympathy.

He snatched away the shovel that the female ghost had slapped at the soil, and made her head stand straight up, and the female ghost was directly confused.

"Good evening." Beifeng greeted her very cordially, and continued to knock on her, it's four o'clock in the morning, see if the female ghost can realize something like Sun Wukong.

The ghost did realize it, looking at the man in front of him who exuded a strange aura, and the man who could make the ghost not have it with just a snap of his fingers, and the shovel that kept stretching, the ghost realized that the man wanted to knock her twice more.

She stared at the funny smile on the face of the north wind, and couldn't help but shed tears of "excitement", it was too cruel...... It's so handsome.

"Big guy, raise your noble hand, I'll be a little ghost."

"It's all eight thousand years old ghost kings, and it's not too small." The north wind patted her head in reply, his voice warm and magnetic, and then he added, "Put the chainsaw down and be obedient." ”

The "toy" that was secretly hidden behind the female ghost suddenly fell to the ground.

Ghost: "......"

I'm sorry, she was wrong.

"You know, you're scared." The north wind pointed in the original direction, and just saw the model worker squatting in the self-autism, and his mood suddenly became delicate.

Actually, the only model worker in the winery was shut up!

Well, interesting, I'm definitely not angry.

Therefore, we have to leave this ghost behind and step on it for the model worker.

The brain circuits of non-human creatures, sometimes, are really incomprehensible, and even the thinking of the world's most serious mentally ill person is a hundred times more logical than his.

Especially when he is angry, just like a woman who comes in those days will be capricious.

Beifeng kicked the ghost's head very "gently", and the head rolled to the feet of the model worker with a wheel, and Beifeng said to the piano very (ruthlessly) gently: "Don't be afraid, this, kick for you." ”

Gin: "......"

He gins, and he really doesn't have a habit of kicking his head as a ball!

"I'm not afraid, I'm just thinking, what kind of bomb is better." Revealing a habitual sneer, Gin replied calmly.

Ghost: Shivering.

Is she outdated? Nowadays, people are no longer afraid of ghosts, and like to blow up ghosts?

"Then whatever you want." Beifeng threw away the shovel with a nonchalant expression, and the metal object smashed to the ground.

It's really loud.

Gin: "......"

Now it's not that his gin is not hard enough, it's that Moët Yue is not normal today, look, the hair on his head is all wood, what's going on?

……

"By the way, is this thing a ghost?" Gin asked calmly.

"No, it's just people who haven't died, you have to believe in science, there are no ghosts in the world." The north wind replied seriously.

"If you have to use a proper noun to describe it, this thing is called a living corpse." The north wind continues to define the head that can move.

Gin thinks it makes sense, so he nods his head to show that he understands.

But he shook his head again, saying that he didn't want to waste the bomb to blow up the ghost.

North Wind: "Then why don't you give it to Conan to kick?" ”

Gin: "......"

Why do you have to kick people?

Seeing that Beifeng kept looking at his mobile phone and not looking at him, Gin snatched Beifeng's mobile phone, looked at the first dismissal text message in it, and suddenly understood the reason why Beifeng sent a cigarette today.

Yes, the fast food business of the North Wind was lost by Conanke!

In just one day!

Morizono chrysanthemum, gone.

……

The top bosses have all entered the police station, how can Beida fast food still run by itself? It was soon picked up by another group and turned into a clothing store.

This is the law of nature.

Those who see Conan, even if it is a large enterprise, have to pounce immediately.

"Let's go." The north wind said to Gin seemingly calmly.

He lowered his head, didn't know where to take out a chain, tied it to the female ghost, the round head, very obediently rolling on the side, the style of painting is weird.

Gin's mind was clear at this time.

Because he understands: sulking man, don't mess with him.

You won't have it.